Search of money and food keeps.
All appears real, though a dream.
Prove yourself in us never sleeps
New creation of ideas, soul scream.
Wake up little boy inside of me
You must fly and sting like a bee.
My city of darkness and only you light
My life is the dawn, my life is a fight.
Rage finds exit in the gate of pain
It makes the cruel God of the sun
Of course we can smoke Mary Jane
But not all will cease to be scum
And only one feeling gives man
To be better than the world around
In this fucking life span
love magic sound
My life is the dawn
© Copyright: Бормалей Николаевич, 2016
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